In the beginning, there was BoB... make that breakfast... no BoB... OK, let's
compromise and say BoB and breakfast. In the beginning, BoB, in his magnificent
wisdom and strict adherence to nutritional guidelines, created breakfast. Thus,
into a bowl, BoB poured some cereal.
BoB sat down to partake of the cereal so recently poured into a bowl. His
utensil of choice, that magnificent tool of creation--- the spork. But the spork
works, even for the almighty BoB, only for the ingestion of fried chicken and mashed
potatoes. Thus, a cereal bit fell upon the floor and that became the Earth...
And unto this world came only barrenness (and the occasional insurance salesman,)
until BoB partook of lunch. On his menu this very day, BoB, for reasons we
cannot comprehend, partook of the soup of the non-rubber chickens. Once again,
BoB chose to use the spork. Mind you, it was a different spork, for BoB does
believe in cleanliness. And upon this noontime, BoB spilled again, drenching the
barren cereal upon the floor. From this primordial soup, life sprang, giving splendor
to the cereal...
Life flourished for many a time, till the coming of dinner. BoB, in a way only
described as ethnic, made the spaghetti and meatballs. As BoB feasted, an errant
meatball came unto the Earth, destroying many of BoB's creatures, who had angered
him in some way...
Life continued, but all of Earth's creatures now knew they must await the great
coming of the midnight snack. Some shall choose to wait in fear, for the snack
shall be... leftover meatloaf. Others will welcome BoB's nocturnal noshing,
for their belief is... J-ELLO.
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